If you wish to be a highly cultured and truly well-rounded individual, you've got to know your modern classics.

Rebels: City of Indra is a dystopian novel "written" by Kendall and Kylie Jenner; 1984 is a dystopian novel written by George Orwell. Faced with copy from both, can you tell who penned which?

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Some random, out of context selections follow; it is your job to guess: City of Indra or 1984?

1. He cast his eyes upward with the last of his energy at the broken ground, a gust passing through it to cool his face, and finally he saw the sky and the hard-won heavens above.

2. No longer could we inoculate ourselves from the reality of what we were training for.

3. She was a bold-looking girl, of about twenty-seven, with thick hair, a freckled face, and swift, athletic movements.

4. How could you communicate with the future? It was of its nature impossible. Either the future would resemble the present, in which case it would not listen to him: or it would be different from it, and his predicament would be meaningless.

5. I have never known anyone who has a sister, or a brother. How these relationships are managed have never been illustrated for me. The depth of the bond and what our obligations to each other are cannot be anticipated. However, now I can see that protectiveness is one of them.

6. It was impossible, in spite of the endless arrests and confessions and executions, to be sure that the Brotherhood was not simply a myth.

7. He felt as though he were wandering in the forests of the sea bottom, lost in a monstrous world where he himself was the monster. He was alone. The past was dead, the future was unimaginable.

8. What use is power when it comes with designated borders?

9. How could you make appeal to the future when not a trace of you, not even an anonymous word scribbled on a piece of paper, could physically survive?

10. Everything is made a prison here. Even our own bodies. The price of beauty is hidden behind torture machines.

11. They were born, they grew up in the gutters, they went to work at twelve, they passed through a brief blossoming-period of beauty and sexual desire, they married at twenty, they were middle-aged at thirty, they died, for the most part, at sixty.

12. "Ready?"

"Yes. Are you?"

"I hope."

We reach out the dark and grasp hands.

Together, we move toward the light.

13. "And now I must go," she said as soon as he had mastered his instructions. "I'm due back at nineteen-thirty. I've got to put in two hours for the Junior Anti-Sex League, handing out leaﬂets, or something. Isn't it bloody? Give me a brush-down, would you? Have I got any twigs in my hair? Are you sure? Then good-bye, my love, good-bye!"

14. He did not know how long he had been there; some hours at any rate; with no clocks and no daylight it was hard to gauge the time. It was a noisy, evil-smelling place.

15. At every meal she would beseech him not to be selﬁsh and to remember that his little sister was sick and also needed food, but it was no use.

16. Only a week in and the girls followed him in a giggling pack, fighting to sit next to him at lunch, offering him bites of their rations. Drooling over a guy? Absurd. But giving away food? Completely insane.

17. The relief of seeing her was so great that he could not resist staring directly at her for several seconds. On the following day he very nearly succeeded in speaking to her.

18. The only evidence is inside my own mind, and I don't know with any certainty that any other human being shares my memories.

19. False memories could wreck your mind for a lifetime. You could get trapped and never know you were out of touch with the real. You'd be lost in there just like a shadow person for all eternity.